She loved, the Rain

Walking
hand in hand
our faces glowing
in the falling
rain,
she told me,

Together with you
sitting by the fire
our faces glowing
in the warmth
of the embers,
I replied,

I gave her an umbrella, while
She gave me a bag of charcoal

-and we never saw each other
again….

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